I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.

Here was an occasion, she thought, for indulging in that deliberate rudeness which only persons with habitually good manners have the right to commit.

By god, DH Lawrence was right when he said there must be a dumb, dark, dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman, and how else could this be achieved save in the long monotony of marriage?

The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style

Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.